Thursday 1/10/2019 11:16:00 PM

the edge was ours. a gorgeous temptation. we curdled in gravity's grin. mirrors in the darkness. envying the moon.

the pendulum tumbled. time was ours again. we devoured all its broken candy and sour milk. hungry still.

the air shook. we named the monsters after ourselves. wool faces scratching at tomorrow's glass. plastic teeth chewing on yesterday's neck.

lies run. the truth limps.

we wanted both, but one was all we were permitted.

the moments arrived on crutches. and each one we tried to heal.

but the sickness was the bulk of us. without it we were nothing.

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